Dreams, books, are each a world.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!

Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

For nature then to me was all in all.

A tale in everything.